Day 6

Day 8

The problem was that we didn’t grow up together. He was still the nineteen-year old guy who fell in love – sparks flying all over the place. While I – I was the twenty-four year old young woman who loved him – no sparks, I didn’t need it – I love him, in every essence of that four-letter word.

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